I'm starting to think I need a new image. The extent of my preparation for this year's Halloween costume was popping down to the store to pick up a can of Axe. Done and done. Later, not a single eye did bat when I announced myself as a metrosexual lumberjack. Time to cut down on the plaid. In what is certainly not a desperate bid at comments and the illusion of camaraderie they bring with them, what did you fancy cats do this Candy Day? Also, holy heck, it's cheap candy week - this is when the inspired do their trick or treating. Walmart has just as many sweets as your door-to-door drag and the risk of an apple slipping in there is about as high as me finishing this sentence with a joke.
Anyway, for reasons relating to zombies and cheap beer, I have spent the day tired and sore, watching